I dig ancient tombs for the country

In the next few days, Hongmao and I began to secretly plan the specifics of finding the Extreme Star.A lot of equipment was purchased, and two large-caliber Browning pistols were specially configured.And consulted a large amount of information, including the development of the Kucha Kingdom in the Western Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty.

February 1994, 2 was a good day for the dragon to raise its head on February 23 of the lunar calendar. We are going to set off today.When we left, Mrs. Su had tears in her eyes, and she urged us to be safe and come back early, and if we couldn't find the star of bliss, we would come back and think of other ways.As for the other members of the Su family, they had a gloating expression, and some even said that they wanted to find something more than 2 years ago, which is simply a dream.Both Hongmao and I smiled frankly, and didn't want to argue with them so much.

It wasn't until we got on the train bound for Xinjiang that Mrs. Su turned away in tears.Looking at her gradually disappearing figure, our hearts are full of melancholy. Will we really be able to find that jewel during this trip to Xinjiang?

After taking a train for three full days, we arrived in Turpan, Xinjiang, then transferred to a car and drove all the way to the southwest. After walking for nearly a day, an oasis suddenly appeared in front of us, and finally arrived at Kuqa County in the north of the Tarim Basin. .By looking up information, we know that the ruins of the ancient Qiuci Kingdom are located in Pilang Village, about two kilometers west of Kuqa County.

Ancient Qiuci is one of the 36 countries in the Western Regions, and it was known as the Le Capital of the Western Regions and the Buddhist Capital of the Western Regions as early as the Han and Tang Dynasties.Qiuci music and dance has widely influenced the Central Plains, Korea, Japan and Southeast Asia, among which the Qiuci Grottoes are known as one of the "Four Great Buddhist Grottoes in China".

When we came to Pirang Village and saw the so-called ancient city wall, we felt a deep sense of loss. Obviously this is not the Kucha Palace we were looking for, after all, it has been thousands of years.

So the two of us started wandering around the village, hoping to find a breakthrough.It just so happens that this day is what they call the Songkran Festival.I saw men, women, old and young in the village barefoot and barefoot, holding hands and splashing each other to their heart's content. They danced while watering, and hooked pedestrians with ropes to pour water on them.

Both Hongmao and I were poured water all over our faces by them, and one of them, an old man in red and willow green clothes, kept walking around us, muttering in his mouth, I don't know what he was talking about?The lively water-splashing festival didn't end until the sun rose three poles. The two of us walked around and came to the gate of a big house at the back of the village.

The appearance of this big mansion is very grand, but unfortunately with the erosion of the years, it has long lost its former glory. The vermilion paint on the gate is mottled and ugly, the gatehouse has collapsed in many places, and even the green brick walls are covered with If weeds are removed, it can be seen that the courtyard is deserted and the traffic and horses are sparse.However, there seems to be an inexplicable murderous aura rising from the sky above this mansion, and there is an indescribable sense of mystery in the vagueness. Based on my experience in practicing Feng Shui for many years, I know that this courtyard must have a story.

When the two of us were hesitating whether to go forward and call for the door, we saw the old man in red and willow green coming over. He looked at us suspiciously, then stepped up the steps and took out the key to open the door.Hong Mao hastily stepped forward, handed the old man a cigarette with a filter tip, and lighted it for the old man courteously, watching the old man swallow the clouds, Hong Mao smiled all over his face: "Master, are we here?" Those who play here, I want to disturb the uncle, and I want to ask you something."

The old man squinted his eyes and exhaled smoke. After a long time, he sighed and said, "I'm old and useless. Those little bastards haven't come to honor me for many years." walked into the yard.

The two of us hurriedly followed behind. This is a compound with three entrances. The first courtyard is covered with wormwood as tall as a person. There is a path paved with cobblestones. On the right side of the path are several ancient buildings. The windows were broken and creaked in the wind.

The old man opened the door and walked into the room, sitting on a chair and smoking a cigarette. "Master, is it convenient for the two of us to enter the house?" Hong Mao looked at the old man anxiously, full of anticipation.

"It's too desolate here, if you two are not afraid, you can come in and talk to me."

As soon as we heard it, we walked into the room happily, pulled up a chair and sat in the position where the old man was next to his head.Hong Mao handed over another pack of cigarettes, and the old man said leisurely: "The ghost house, this is the ghost house, you two are not afraid?"

We both looked at each other, then smiled and shook our heads: "Master, even you live here, what are we afraid of?"

"You are young, you don't know, and you happen to be from other places. No wonder you are not afraid. People in our village dare not come to this yard, let alone talk to me." Looking at the empty courtyard in a daze.

"Oh? Is there a story here?" I looked at the old man and hoped that he could explain it to us.The old man stood up tremblingly, and led us into the second courtyard.

The second courtyard was even more desolate, with graves and steles everywhere.We both looked at the stone monuments and graves all over the courtyard in amazement: "My lord, why are there so many graves here?"

"They are all ghosts who died unjustly! It has been so many years, their souls have not been rested, and they are still floating above this house. At night, they kept crying, crying, as if they were telling the grievances of the day After a long time, the villagers didn't dare to come here, and only my old man was left alone to guard here all year round. Alas! I even forgot how many years I have been guarding here."

The old man sighed as he walked back, and we hurriedly followed him closely, we couldn't help but get goose bumps all over our bodies, after all, there are so many graves, it looks weird.

"Old man, let's see if we can stay with you for a few days. After we finish our business, we will leave. You can pay for living expenses and accommodation expenses." Hongmao said as he walked behind the old man.

The old man turned around and glanced at the two of us: "If you are not afraid, you can stay as long as you want. However, you must not step out of the house at night. There are many ghosts in this yard. They are looking for a scapegoat. Don't be confused. Died in a daze."

"Okay, old man, don't worry, we won't intrude."

Red Mao and I lived in the back room of that old house.In the evening, we randomly stewed a pot of stew, and brought a bowl to the old man, plus two snow-white steamed buns.The old man ate very happily and kept praising us for being sensible.

In the middle of the night, we were awakened by a burst of crying in a daze. After listening carefully, we heard mournful crying everywhere in the yard. There were male and female voices. Looking outside, but can't see a trace of people, this is really strange, this house is full of weirdness.